Page 355 of Love Bites

A hundred years he’d been without me—I couldn’t wait for thirty seconds. That was okay, though. He liked me needy and craving him. Liked it enough that he laid me on the rug at the top of the stairs and shoved the shirt I wore up to my neck.

“No more waiting,” he said before sucking my nipple into his mouth and making me groan. “We were apart for long enough.”

We were—him a century, me not nearly as long. But it didn’t matter. We’d found each other, and nothing would come between us. Not my past or his, and especially not his son. Nico and Fiona had left Kinship Cove to be closer to her pack. Something Fiona had wanted desperately, and Nico…well, he dealt with it. That woman definitely wore the pants in their relationship.

Me? I tried to wear pants, but Magnus tore them off.

Something I’d never, ever complain about.

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Thankyou for taking the time to read CANDIED WOLF. I hope you loved Magnus and Coco, but do you want to know what’s next? Maybe you want to get a look at Coco’s sister Ginger and the dragon shifter who might just rock more than her world? Make sure to keep keep reading for a look atSugar Dragon, the secondKinship Cove: Mates & Macaronsnovel.

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A man walkedin and thoughts…gone.

Brain…fried.

Panties…wet.

Good lord, he was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Tall and muscular but not thick, with a shock of black hair streaked with gray and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. A silver fox who looked ready to eat me alive and fully capable of doing so. And totally new in town.

Jackpot.

“Well, hi. Welcome to—”

“You smell like cinnamon.”

“I…well, I work in a bakery.” I gave him my best smile, the one I’d practiced in the mirror as a teenager. The one that hopefully saidwhy yes, you’re handsome and I’m available so let’s have a little funin a not-too-blatant way. “That’s sort of bound to happen.”

He dragged those eyes made of ocean waves over my body, something almost covetous in his gaze. “Cinnamon is my favorite.”

There was no doubting the direction of his thoughts. “That might be the strangest pick up line I’ve ever heard.”

He shot me a cocky smile that made my knees weak and my breath catch. But then he opened his mouth.

“Who says I was trying to pick you up, Sparky?”

Attraction could turn to anger in the flip of a switch. Or the possibility one might be rejected. Being pissed about the tossing out of a nickname I didn’t exactly ask for was likely a much better look for me than the latter, though. “Sparky?”

“Yes, because your eyes practically shoot sparks when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

“I bet.” He darted a look at the case of pastries and lifted his chin. “I’ll take one of those cinnamon crunch donuts and a cup of coffee. Heavy cream with a sprinkle of cinnamon, please.”

“You reallydolike cinnamon.”

“You have no idea.”

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